Wishing My Lord a Triumphant Return (Third Update, Bonus for 120,000 Recommendation Votes)

The hours before dawn were the darkest part of the day.

Yet Flower Town was brightly lit.

Clusters of torches blazed, while the crystal lights shining through the castle heightened the bustle in the air.

"Thomas, move faster. Master is already washing up. The pressed underclothes must be delivered to him before four o'clock."

"Has Dousen been fed food and water, Tom? Don't forget Master instructed you to give Dousen a bath and groom its fur."

"Mrs. Morson, have the maids sorted the powdered milk? We need to pack it up and load it onto the carriages as quickly as possible."

"Barton, hurry and feed all the horses going on the expedition. Don't delay the departure of the party."

Steward Carter constantly walked back and forth between the castle and the apple orchard, directing all the castle servants as they prepared to serve the expeditionary force about to set out.

By the time Liszt had washed up and entered the dining hall, Marcus, Paris, and the others had already arrived and were waiting at their seats for breakfast.

As he took his seat at the head of the table, a manservant immediately laid out his napkin.

He smiled and greeted everyone. "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, my lord!"

Breakfast was especially lavish. Under the crystal lamps and candlelight, the dishes spread across the table rivaled a festive banquet, and there was even quite a bit of Magic Beast meat.

Cutting off a piece of steak and taking a sip of milk tea, Liszt continued, "This is our last meal at the castle. From here on, I need all of you to swiftly enter a wartime state. Iron Hoof Island is four days' voyage from Coral Island—eight days for the round trip. Add the fighting after we land, and we won't